““ Ob-be mah-e-vah. ” “What?” “Make room for me.” He lifted the robe and joined her on the pallet. “Wha--you’re not going to sleep with me?” “ Nei che-ida-ha , I am very terribly cold.” Loretta suspected he was lying, but she moved over, secretly glad to have him there, her mind shying away from the enormity of what that meant. He rolled onto his side and laid an arm across her waist. Their faces were scant inches apart. Their gazes locked. His teeth gleamed again in a slow smile. “Are you sad? About saying good-bye tomorrow?” “No. You will ride in a great circle back to me. The Great Ones have spoken it.” “In your song?” She sniffed. “That song has caused me enough grief.” He tightened his arm and drew her closer, “Sleep, mah-tao-yo. This last time, at my side.””
